This is a song about "Boxes"

Cause they putting us in boxes now i'm breaking us free

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Feeling obnoxious, shoved into lockers and boxes, prominent,

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

I really hate people putting dvds back in the wrong boxes,

Workin' in stations, fixin' up boxes, grabs paper sheets, writin' down rhymes//

I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Three lunch boxes a week,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

I'm stuck inside a slump runnin' numbers like proportion boxes,